It's late. I have spent all day with my family and it feels like it is 100 million degrees in Chicago. I made the commitment to write every day here for 90 days so I am writing, but today is one of those days that I really don't want to.
My son was in a minor car accident today. He and everyone else in the car was okay, but it could have quickly been not okay. Apparently my 8 year old son was very calm and helped to keep the other kids in the car calm. He told everyone, "its okay. We are all okay" and I wonder what old soul has been reincarnated into the body of my child?
I didn't sleep well last night. I woke up tired and groggy and it was a hard feeling for me to shake. As result, I did what I tend to do when I'm exhausted. I ate like crap! A donut for an afternoon snack and cake for dessert. I didn't complete my 10K steps and didn't drink my daily amount of water. I know that I wasn't doing the habits needed to feel my best, but my ability to make proper decisions when if I am exhausted is really limited.
It is time to go to bed and start the day anew!
I went to today to the Museum of Science and Industry's "Behind Pixar" exhibit. It is a wonderful exhibit about how Pixar movies are made. My biggest takeaway was OMG it takes a lot of work, people and time to make those movies. It is understandable and deserved as they look great and are very entertaining. In turn, they gross tons of money! When you watch them though they look easy and effortless and I was thinking how most great things look effortless. Great surgeons look like they can perform surgery in their sleep, models look like just strolled onto set and in front of the camera, and athletes look like they were just born all muscle.
What we don't see, like with the Pixar movies, are the years of work that goes into becoming great. The sleepless nights, failures, teamwork, education, and the practice. Most of us won't become great because the work to get there is too hard, the failures are to painful, and the practice is too tedious.
Maybe greatness isn't being better. Maybe greatness is just outlasting the rest.
My son lost a tooth today and he is excited for you to visit him tonight to take the tooth and leave the money. He asked me a couple of questions before he went to slept that I wanted to run by you. First he asked me if you were real. I told him yes, but I wish you weren't because now I have to find change for a $20 at 10 pm to leave money under his pillow. Secondly he asked what do you do with all of the teeth that you collect? He asked if you eat them cause he saw that on a cartoon. I didn't know what to say to this one and I hope that he doesn't find out where I stash his teeth before he learns your secret. Lastly, he also wanted to know how you get the tooth without him waking up. I told him that you do it quietly and with care like his parents. ;-)
99% of the time I see you calling, I am just choosing not to answer the phone. The main reason is not because I don't want to talk to you, but it is mostly because I don't want to talk at all to anyone. Between the phone, text messages, emails, social media, Airdop, voice messages, Facetime, Facebook messenger, etc we all feel that we should be able to contact anyone at anytime. This logic though bumps up against the fact that I don't want to talk on the phone all of the time. I don't want to talk to you or anyone right now. I could be busy or I could be in one of my moods where I just want to hide in my room, under my covers contemplating my life.
There are some phone calls that I was always pick up.
1. My ex-husband because it is probably my son calling or him calling about my son.
2. My brother or sister because if they are calling they have something important to say.
3. My parents because they gave me life and its the least I can do.
That's about it. Thanks for calling and please leave a message.
My chiropractor gave me some exercise to work on my core. He told me that a strong core positively effects the rest of my body. You can always tell when you haven't used certain muscles in a long time, because after one workout they are SORE. I was wondering why my abs were hurting today. I thought it was because I was picking up my son all day. Nope its those darn core exercises.